Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 906: Deceiving Samantha

I pulled back just enough to look down at her ruined lower half.

Gabriela’s pussy was a flushed, angry red — lips puffy and swollen from the relentless pounding, clit engorged and peeking out like it had been beaten into submission.

But her asshole was even worse: the dark ring was beaten raw and inflamed by my heavy balls slapping against it over and over during the couch fuck.

The skin around the gaping hole was bright crimson, slick with fresh cum that still oozed out in slow, thick pulses every time she breathed.

The inner rim was turned slightly inside out from how hard I’d stretched her, glistening wetly under the room light, refusing to close even a little.

Every tiny twitch made more of my load bubble out — creamy white globs sliding down her crack, pooling on the couch cushion beneath her ass, staining the fabric in dark, sticky patches.

She looked completely used. Completely mine.

Gabriela’s voice came out small, hoarse, trembling with exhaustion and leftover shame.

"Husband... don’t... I’m so tired... look... It’s all swollen... see? My pussy’s throbbing... my asshole’s burning... it hurts so much from your balls slapping it... Why don’t you find some other woman... what about that woman Samantha... I can help my husband..."

Her words hung in the air — filthy, submissive, utterly depraved. Even wrecked and leaking, she was offering to serve me by pushing another woman into my bed.

I raised an eyebrow, stroking a lazy finger along her swollen pussy lips — just enough to make her hiss and jerk.

"How...?" I asked, voice low and amused.

Gabriela’s face turned scarlet. She bit her swollen lower lip, eyes glassy with tears of humiliation, but she didn’t look away. Her voice dropped to a shaky whisper as she could barely believe she was saying it out loud.

Gabriela’s face turned scarlet. She bit her swollen lower lip, eyes glassy with tears of humiliation, but she didn’t look away. Then — unexpectedly — a small, smug little smile curled the corner of her mouth. It was shaky, almost disbelieving, like she couldn’t quite believe her own depravity, but it was there.

"Husband... you just need to pretend to be asleep... I will handle everything..."

I chuckled low, voice rough with leftover lust and amusement.

"Ok... let me see what my filthy little wife can do."

Gabriela stood on trembling legs — blanket clutched tight around her naked body, cum still slowly dripping down her inner thighs from her gaping, beaten asshole. She padded barefoot to the landline on the nightstand, picked it up, and dialed with fingers that shook so badly the receiver rattled against her ear.

"Hello...? Housekeeping...? Yes... room 1012... I need new pillows and extra towels, please... yeah... and please ask that lady Samantha to do it... I... I need her help with something personal..."

She hung up quickly, turned to me with wide, excited, shame-filled eyes.

"Quickly pretend to be asleep... Samantha will be here so soon..."

I nodded once, removed my underwear, and lay back on the freshly made bed — sheets crisp and cool against my skin — and closed my eyes completely.

But I activated the trick I’d told her about earlier: the subtle "AI Lens" focus — eyelids shut to the world, but vision sharp and clear through the thin veil of lashes. To anyone looking, I was dead asleep. To me, the room was lit in perfect detail.

Gabriela hurried back to the couch, curled up under the blanket again — knees drawn up, blanket tented over her lap to hide the fresh trails of cum leaking from her ruined holes.

She arranged herself carefully: legs parted just enough that if the blanket slipped, Samantha would see everything — swollen red pussy, gaping asshole still oozing white, handprints on her ass cheeks glowing faintly.

Minutes crawled by. The room was silent except for Gabriela’s quick, shallow breathing and the faint drip... drip... of cum hitting the couch cushion beneath her.

Then — knock knock.

"Room service..."

Samantha’s voice was professional but cautious.

Gabriela stood, blanket wrapped tight like a toga, and padded to the door. She cracked it open just enough.

"Shh... my husband is asleep... so don’t make noise..."

Samantha stepped inside, carrying a stack of fluffy white pillows and a bundle of fresh towels. She set them quietly on the small table near the door, then turned to Gabriela with polite concern.

"Ma’am... do you need anything else...?"

Gabriela hesitated — perfectly acted embarrassment flooding her face. She twisted the edge of the blanket between her fingers, eyes darting to the "sleeping" me on the bed, then back to Samantha.

"That... I... I do need your help with something... but..."

She trailed off, cheeks burning brighter. Samantha tilted her head slightly, voice still calm and professional.

"Ma’am, please tell me... even if I couldn’t do it, I can help you arrange someone who can help Ma’am..."

Gabriela swallowed hard, then met Samantha’s eyes.

"Samantha... just call me Gabriela... and please... come here... I will tell you slowly. I don’t want to disturb my husband’s sleep..."

She gestured toward the couch.

Samantha hesitated — only a second — then nodded and followed. She sat on the far end of the couch, posture straight, hands folded in her lap, waiting.

Gabriela sat closer — close enough that their knees almost touched. She leaned in, voice dropping to the barest whisper.

"I... I’m so embarrassed to ask this... but... my husband... he’s... very demanding... and tonight... I... I couldn’t keep up... look..."

Very slowly — deliberately — Gabriela let the blanket slip from her shoulders.

It pooled around her waist, exposing her upper body first: tits still red and swollen from earlier slaps, nipples hard and dark. Then she shifted her hips, letting the blanket fall completely open in front.

Samantha’s eyes went wide. A sharp inhale escaped her — quiet, but audible.

Gabriela’s lower half was on full obscene display: pussy lips puffy and crimson, clit engorged, inner thighs slick with dried and fresh cum trails.

And her asshole — gaping, beaten raw, the dark ring still slowly pulsing, pushing out thick white globs that slid down her crack and soaked into the couch beneath her.

"I... he fucked me so hard... my holes are swollen... burning... I can’t take anymore tonight... but he’s still hard... even in his sleep... look..."

She nodded toward me on the bed — where my cock was visibly tenting the thin sheet, thick outline unmistakable.